Sophisticated - Lyrics - Indigoflos

Chorus: People livin' on a paystub, livin' in a dull world day to day, Were actions handed to the factions give us our distractions as we play, Bridge 1: Now here comes a pair of covered eardrums livin' in a feardum, all work no play, on his way down the walk, his mind is full of talk as he contemplates the hiphop way. Verse 1: Difficult to say his exact thought, that particular day we retract loss, contemplating, devastation to the dreams from the schemes devised by those who run things. The headpiece boomin, dread he be pursuin', like coffee the knowledge is brewin', more questions all running congruent so fluent the answer different path different master. Since before he could walk, pants hung low and the bill was a bit crossed. By fifteen all sistine with bling bling complete with heat a crew, and no conscience to beat. Yet with a child on its way, mild slang with retirement wage a fighters game, enlightened shame, divided pain, eased by such a snowy fame. Chorus: People livin' on a paystub, livin' in a dull world day to day, Were actions handed to the factions give us our distractions as we play, Bridge 2: Charlie master of the bar scene think you know him hardly he's okay. But cross him you'll be on a cross man he is not the nice man that he plays. Verse 2: Chorus: People livin' on a paystub, livin' in a dull world day to day, Were actions handed to the factions give us our distractions as we play, x2 Interlude: Charlie steps out of his big white truck, throwing his arms wide he says what the ***! You think this *** is funny you be owin' me some money and I'll take it from your hide young buck. The you man snapped, went on the attack and taking two steps back, he reached for his gat. It's time to pay were the words that he said and he started to spray a jet of lead at charlies head. Outro 1: People enslaved by their keeper, runnin' from the truth makes the hill get steeper, you sink deeper. If you sow the seeds eventually time responds and you become the reaper. Outro 2: Outro 3:People lookin' for a cheap fun, out of control on their way down the rabbit hole, sellin' their souls for a second with a filthy goal, a gilded skull, turmoil from addictions pull.